[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Alger.

The name and "Posey" are juxtaposed together, together with the dilapidated cottages in the West End but painted with stained glass windows, they constitute the memories of Nightingale's entire childhood and girlhood.

But she hadn't heard the name again for a full ten years.

Sometimes, tragedy and parting is something like ouroboros, you pull out one, and another comes.

In the new century, the millennium, she watched Percy's hospital room being engulfed by fireworks.

In the same year, silently, before she could recover from the heart-shattering despair, Alger, who had already made her mark in the gang force, suddenly disappeared.

Really, suddenly, there was no news.

Like a wisp of wind blowing away the dust on the leaves.

The girl Nightingale exhausted all means in a daze, using ability, money, and the stupid way of asking one by one...

But there are no clues, but nothing can be found.

One week, one month, three months, half a year...

No.No.No.

None of them.

It was as if such a strong, handsome man, whose skills ranged from immature to ruthless, struggling to climb from the bottom to the top, suddenly turned into bubbles and flew into the sky, never existed before.

……

The first year Percy and Alger were gone.

Little Nightingale left the warm surname she had just embraced in her arms, and spent her first birthday alone in the new century that the whole world celebrated.

The second year that Percy and Alger were gone.

Another reward was offered in the black street. They jokingly and vigilantly called her "a dumb bird with rabies".

In the second half of the year, the lonely dumb bird snatched a white wolf cub from a smuggler and named it "Shelley" after a poet.

The third year that Percy and Alger are gone.

Nightingale, who became increasingly reticent, and Shelley, who followed her like a dog and acted like a baby all day long, picked up a little vampire who was tortured by mental problems into a real mad dog in a pool of sewage in Sin Alley.

——At that time, Ryan Thea was not yet called "Blood Race", and his posture of biting the neck of a stray dog ​​was more like a dog than his prey.

Rabid dogs and rabid dogs probe each other, growl, snuggle, and lick wounds.

Selina Ritter, who was severely betrayed and stabbed by homosexuals, was broken by gangsters and was discarded in the garbage dump of Robinson Park, lingered in the garbage dump of Robinson Park, appeared in the fifth year.

And then a year, and a year, and a year...

The number of people suffering from rabies increased from one to two, and then to three, the amount of reward on the black market increased from one point to one zero, and the small bar painted with vines and bluebirds quietly opened in the alley, and the secrets of how many people came and went ...

From having no desire to survive to being concerned.

From a single and vulnerable orphan girl to a true Gotham nightingale.

In the past ten years, too many things have happened.

……

Now, standing under this cloudy sky.

"Beep, beep, beep—" the police car arrived late.

"Alger (Alger)", a short name with only five letters, broke through the wind and drilled into Nightingale's long memory, but only a few hazy memories were drawn.

To be honest, the most painful days have long passed.

Ten years of time is enough to polish the once sharp stones into roundness without distinguishing edges and corners.

And the noisy, quarreling, chasing after each other in the past years have all become silent movies covered in dust.

Alger once said that his way was different from theirs.

He once said that his way is in the endless Gotham.

Percy disapproved of his choice but didn't advise or stop it.

After Little Nightingale had eased the initial sorrow of parting, she was still interested in encouraging him to make a big name in Gotham.

But this does not mean that Nightingale can accept that he quietly left her for ten years, and then returned to Gotham City in such an image.

Nightingale calmly listened to Vivienne's description of the "red-haired bartender".

She calmly recalled what Alger had said, and calmly turned her head when Catherine asked her, "Did you get scared just now? Do you want to go to the car to rest?" and smiled at her as if nothing happened. .

Usually, according to the novel or movie routine that Posey once told her, when the dead come back to life, the protagonist should immediately turn pale, be in a trance, and then accidentally smash something precious, and then be crushed with a "bass" sound Waking up with a start, desolate and terrified.

Yet Nightingale did not.

She just wants to rummage through the base huddled in the corner of the Upper East Side, dig out the big guy who is still in the mood to be a bartender, chop it up into pieces and feed Shelley :)

……

"Absurd! Farce!"

In the small traffic flow formed by several police cars, there was a faint sound of complaints.

"Should be comfortable pulling the police car over to the hot dog stand for a malt beer in weather like this!"

Old Hart, who was driving, was cursing and squinting at his hapless partner.

The young and handsome blond police inspector Andrew White was sitting in the co-pilot, his straight police uniform was buttoned up to the top button—only the gauze protruding from the neckline showed some weakness.

He was sent to the hospital to be bandaged after being attacked by the "blood clan".

This kind of assault on the police is either serious or not, depending on how much hatred the two parties in the incident are willing to settle off the court.

However, it was mutants who committed the crime.

No matter where they are in the world, mutants have always been isolated from normal laws.

— Not to mention that Gotham's law is as fragile as a piece of glutinous rice paper when there is no money.

In Old Hart's original words: "You don't have surveillance evidence, and you can't force him to stretch his paws to examine the wound. If you really want to investigate, he can investigate it for you at night, and this dumb guy will have to stuff it down your throat. swallow it."

"What's more, those who sell information don't need to do it themselves, a few pieces of information leaked through their fingers, and they can buy your life."

Andrew, who was still lying on the hospital bed with white bandages all over his body, didn't reply him a word. The bruises on his forehead and the bridge of his nose made him look like a silent painting under the dark clouds of Gotham.

Old Hart felt that he was willing to give up the time of drinking beer and staying in the hospital with this hard-bodied stinky boy. He was already doing his best, and he had no more obligation to take care of the soul-relieving therapist.

But I don't know whether it's because the atmosphere is too heavy or Andrew's bandages are too pitiful. The old oily man said, "It's a good thing your family is not in Gotham, boy, take care of your injuries, work hard, and don't think about those who have nothing. of."

so many years.

The hottest young police officer he'd ever seen.

It's just too much.

One by one, with shiny police badges and guns on their bodies, the whole person seems to be blessed with justice and heroism.

Young people, heart, determination, ambition... everything is lacking.

But their youth and vigor are more suitable for Metropolis, New York, Washington... rather than Gotham.

The city of Gotham will only grind their spirits, frustrate their ambitions, and smash their ambitions.

Until the iron bones were smashed into a piece of cracked porcelain.

Take his straightforward partner as an example.

What he bumped into today was just a "blood clan" who likes to play with cats and rats and doesn't hurt people's lives. What if he bumped into the guns of those real gangs tomorrow?

Even Director Gordon, who was in charge back then, faced the Falcone family in a daze...

First, he was almost gouged into strips of meat in the warehouse, and then he was directly robbed by the opponent's lunatics who broke into the police station. Countless policemen dared not let a fart go. In the end, it was even more dangerous to save his life.

But not everyone is James Gordon.

Even James Gordon lost his wife's life and daughter's legs in the following decades.

Really, why bother.

……

Andrew White did not look at him.

He reached out to unbuckle his seat belt, staring forward, the corners of his mouth, which had not yet fully bruised, curled into a drooping arc.

Police cars surrounded the commercial street, and the first to get out of the car was the Chief of the Gotham Police Department, James Gordon.

He was about to retire, but when he was wearing that uniform and walking towards the scene of the incident, his back was still straight and his legs carried the wind.

He has sat in the seat of justice in this sinful city for decades.

Countless cases, super criminals, superpowers, perverted murderers... He is still the pillar of honor and disgrace that criticizes justice and evil.

Just like now, unrestrained people like Wayne and Stark will restrain their attitude and shake hands with this old inspector.

What Vivienne said before was relayed by Iron Man.

A policewoman came over to put an orange blanket on her, and the suit jacket she took off was naturally to be returned to Wayne—but the ex-girlfriend who had received a big shock clung to the jacket.

The policewoman looked at the owner of the jacket inquiringly, and Wayne naturally said it didn't matter.

It's just that he didn't walk towards Vivienne's eyes that suddenly lit up.

"I suspect that Miss Vivienne was not the only one who drank the problematic wine at that party. Members of the Moxon, Riley, Sullivan and other families were all present. They left after the party. It is best to investigate quickly."

Gotham's family system is almost deeply ingrained, with intertwined branches rooted in the soil, and a single hair can affect the whole body.

Gordon's face darkened, and he turned around and ordered his police officers to call for road monitoring and call to inquire about each house.

"Mr. Stark." The director looked at Iron Man after explaining, "I will trouble you to prepare some more potions."

"Of course, before I left, Dr. Banner was still trying to create a more thorough dispelling potion."

Tin cans at critical moments are always reliable.

"But I think how to subdue those high-temperature mutated talents is the key point of the problem-I can help, but the number I can deal with at a time is limited-your police officers don't have armor that can withstand 700 degrees Celsius."

——and a strange power like Miss Bodyguard or Captain America.

"And your Gotham Knights never show up in daylight."

Not only is it reliable, it's also very accurate.

……

Gordon was silent for a moment.

Bruce Wayne's eyes fell on him.

He didn't look at Bruce.

The director of the GCPD and the Dark Knight are comrades-in-arms, companions, and enemies, and they are righteous people who respect each other, but at this time, during this day, Batman will not appear.

The meaning of the Dark Knight to Gotham is to implant fear-to make criminals feel fear, and to make crime chill at night.

Their tacit understanding has been maintained for almost 20 years.

After a while, Gordon said with difficulty: "...we will mobilize fire engines and high-pressure water cannons throughout Gotham."

It sounds reasonable, no problem.

But think of the necrotic muscle and skin on Vivienne's arms that had turned to stone.

The high-pressure water gun that can also be sprayed can indeed prevent the aggressiveness of the high-temperature mutants, but after they are all petrified, what is the difference between dead and not dead?

Gordon's heart was heavy.

Even though he is used to seeing death and evil, the aged director still maintains respect for individual life and lamentation for death for decades.

……

"Director, two high-temperature mutants have appeared in the Southern Municipal District!"

Gordon turned around and found that the person who came forward to report was Andrew White, a new police inspector he was quite optimistic about recently.

The back of his hand holding the communicator was still wrapped with gauze, but his attitude was not weakened by the pain, and his eyes were sharp.

Nightingale's eyes stayed here for a while, and then moved away slightly.

Andrew seemed to have sensed it, and turned his head, but only saw half of a pale and delicate side face.

The cobalt blue pupils behind the pair of round-frame mirrors are like spring eyes, and one can't help but focus on them again and again.

Even when she was standing next to up-and-coming cover girl Catherine in flat shoes, she was not suppressed in the slightest.

Her long, crow-colored hair tied into a high ponytail was a little messed up by the previous fight, making her look more like a college student who was affected for no reason, struggling to hold a pile of professional books.

——But it is said that before they arrived, she was the one who subdued the high-temperature mutant lady here.

Such a special girl, Andrew thought, if he had seen it before, he would never forget it.

But for some reason, this lady bodyguard brought him an inexplicable sense of familiarity even though he had never met before.

Is it an illusion?

……

The young blond inspector quickly looked away.

——This is to prevent the other party from overthinking and embarrassing both parties.

The GCPD had no intention of asking this Bruce Wayne's personal bodyguard for help.

Ordinary citizens should not be involved in this kind of incident, even if they all know that it would be much easier to have this lady and Iron Man involved.

And, out of some inexplicable intuition, Andrew felt that if they really asked, they would only get an answer like "I'm just Mr. Wayne's personal bodyguard".

I don't know why, although the other party seems to be easy to talk to, Andrew still thinks that it's just the surface of the iceberg floating on the water, and he has an inexplicable sixth sense like a dog.

—as strange as his previous sense of inexplicable familiarity.

"We're going right over there..." Gordon said.

He was about to ask Iron Man if he was going to set off with the police car, but the emergency communicator on his waist suddenly rang.

"Sorry, wait..."

He gestured to everyone and connected to the communication.

"Yes, I'm in the business district... We know the situation in the southern district, and we'll send a fire truck right away... Huh?"

"...Spider-Man???"

……

Spider-Man, Spider-Man.

A good neighbor of New Yorkers, No. 1 in the list of the most popular superheroes of the year.

Some say he's a big, hairy-chested guy with a magnetic stereo, some say he's a poor boy with no hair on his face, and some say his male body hides a lovely soul who loves Hello Kitty pajamas...

In short, no matter what the truth is, it is an indisputable fact that "Spiderman is loved by the people of New York".

But here.

It's Gotham.

A picture of a little red and blue spider twirling and jumping among the gloomy gargoyles in Gotham suddenly appeared in Nightingale's mind, shooting spider silks to attack the mutant Pyro while thinking about it.

...is really a sense of disobedience.

After the millennium, many things happened. The mutant organization established a new order, Captain America broke through the ice, and Superman's red cape swept across the sky... The heroes she "saw" when she was young showed up one after another.

As if a sign, opened the gap between the old century and the new century.

In fact, Nightingale was quite looking forward to seeing that big boy in reality. The children in the detention center rarely have such a lively temperament, and when Ryan was young...well, it doesn't matter.

……

However, the girl noticed that, unlike her vague expectations, Tony Stark's face became abnormal after hearing the word "Spider-Man"...indescribable.

——It’s like an old father who works hard to earn money to support his family. When he comes home, he finds that the bear boy has made a mess of the house, and his little finger is still trying to plug it into the power socket.

It seems that every mustache emits black air :)

"Find me the location of Helen in the battle suit." These words were gritted by Tie Guan'er.

"At your service, Sir."

The voice of the AI ​​housekeeper is as elegant and smooth as ever.

"The current positioning of the battle suit is... In addition, after testing, 30.00% of the surface of the second battle suit is in a damaged state."

Before he had time to explain to Gordon again, Iron Man took off his golden-red mask, kicked up the dust on the ground, and galloped away into the air.

Although the color scheme doesn't really match the cloudy sky in Gotham, the smooth armor lines and smooth and fast flight trajectory all represent the top level of technology in the world today.

The blond-haired lady Catherine on the side let go of Wayne's arm at some point, and slapped the steel armor that hadn't disappeared completely in mid-air with eyes full of little stars.

Don't forget to retouch the pictures with words and add filter stickers to post on ins.

Director Gordon has not been relieved by the good news that Spider-Man is supporting Gotham, his own communicator and the communicator of his subordinates rang one after another.

……

Reports mixed with surprise one after another came one after another:

"Report! A high-temperature mutant has been found at the border of Robinson Park, and the other party is now fighting with a black-haired woman wearing a gold, red and blue armor!"

"No, no, no, she's not a female version of Iron Man, I'm talking about a battle armor—similar to the ancient Roman armor, short!"

"My God, she can catch the fist of a high-temperature mutant with her bare hands!"

"Spider-Man seems to be a bit unstoppable... Oh wait, Iron Man has arrived. It is enough for the city to send a fire truck to reinforce it. Move one to Robinson Park."

"Miller Bay! There is also one near Miller Bay. The high-temperature mutant seems to be a little red TV actor. He burned through the roof and seat of the car!"

"Don't panic, Jack, I just got word from my side that there were witnesses who saw Captain America there - yes I know Cap can't stand the heat, but his shield does, luckily the mutation didn't give them super speed! "

"Then send two more fire trucks over there!"

"..."

All the following actions became smoother and smoother. After Iron Man and Spiderman solved their troubles together, they ran back and forth over Gotham for a few laps, and successfully injected the inhibitor into the mutants. blood vessels.

In the end, the high-pressure spray from the fire truck still caused damage to the mutated personnel who temporarily returned to normal, but since the firefighters mainly targeted their legs when they attacked, the most serious disability was that they could no longer move below the thighs.

Due to the powerful destructiveness of the high-temperature mutants, the number of ordinary passers-by and residents affected for no reason reached more than 300, but fortunately, people from all walks of life took action immediately, and the death toll did not exceed single digits.

In Gotham, this is already a very "stable" result.

……

Because of today's events, the date between Bruce Wayne and Catherine is naturally impossible to continue.

Coupled with this farce, it was getting late, and Nightingale drove the two of them out of the business district in an undamaged Maybach.

First, send Catherine back to her apartment with her whole trunk of booty—Nightingale got a passionate kiss on the cheek from the blonde beauty before parting.

And then back with Gotham baby Brucie, no suit jacket but only a vest shirt.

Like every dusk in the previous week or two, the Maybach, facing the sunset that Gotham could not see clearly, passed through the Sheldon Park, crossed the Robert Memorial Bridge, and drove to Wayne, which occupies most of the northern suburbs of Gotham. manor.

……

This ancient manor is like a boundary marker on the border of Gotham City, separating this city of sin from other cities outside this city.

The thick cloud seems to have faded here, and the faint red sun hangs in the endlessly distant sky, casting sparkling brilliance on the surface of the lake [-] meters away from the manor.

Both the bodyguard and the employer were silent along the way.

Nightingale waited for a long time, but did not wait for Mr. Wayne to speak up.

When she finally stopped the car at the outer gate of the manor and waited for the tall and long black twisted iron fence door to open, she held the steering wheel and looked in the rearview mirror, and said with a chuckle:

"You are so silent that I have to reasonably suspect that I don't need to come to work tomorrow, Mr. Wayne."

After experiencing the disaster for a long time, Bruce, who was resting on the back of the car seat with one hand at the moment, seemed to be wandering: "...Umm?"

He made a deep nasal sound, and after a moment of reaction, he replied, "Isn't tomorrow Thursday?"

"Skipping work is a bad habit, Nan Ting."

There is a unique charm in the way the Prince of Gotham talks idly-the whole person reveals a youthful innocence.

It seems that no matter how many years or tens of years have passed by, he is still the son of a rich and dissolute man who spread money all over the world.

... Can a person's image really be so flat and single?

Nightingale suppressed the doubts that arose in his heart, heaved a sigh of relief on his face, and shook his head while teasing him: "That doesn't sound particularly convincing."

A boss who skips work all day, won't his conscience hurt when he says this sentence?

Wayne said calmly that he really wouldn't, and Wayne's habit of skipping work was unshakable.

It was such a gag until Nightingale drove the Maybach into the garage of Wayne Manor, which looked like a luxury car exhibition, and then drove away in the work car she drove over in the morning. The mutant ability is more than one word.

but……

"Ah Fu, go to the Bat Cave to get surveillance and analyze Nightingale's true ability."

"Celine, ask your puppet to find a way to be an anchor point* on the personnel entering and leaving the MMP base...Yes, we are closed tonight, let's make a big scene."

(*anchor, i.e. marker point/quick access link)

The slowly closed carved iron gate isolated the inside and outside of Wayne Manor.

The afterglow of the setting sun is getting deeper and deeper.

In the end, there is only a faint layer of light left, wrapping the car that is going further and further away, driving into the night of Gotham.

The nightly carnival has begun.

……

That night.

The "Nighting" bar is closed.

The light tube on the signboard is not turned on, and in the deep alley, the homeless passing by can only vaguely glimpse the sign of the bar: intertwined golden-green vines encircle a dark blue bird with thin claws and drooping tail .

However, the bar looks dark and unlit from the outside, but it is actually lit up, and the glamorous or handsome bartenders are standing or sitting against the bar with their bosses.

Visit the neat crimson chairs and tables, countless crows and birds, stray cats and dogs, mice and long snakes... without any aggressive tendency, they crowded the seats, the bottom of the table and the ceiling chandelier, Like a party of nocturnal creatures.

Inside the bar, Ryan Sia's body was full of blood. He didn't have any haircuts today, and his long brown hair separated the interlaced light and shadow on his face, which made the pair of different-colored pupils look better than a room full of stray cats. Bright.

His ten fingers with sharp edges tapped quickly on the electronic device.

His informants working in the police station have already transmitted the surveillance of the Shangdong City entertainment club where "Alger" appeared today.

But no matter how much he zoomed in frame by frame, he still couldn't find the "handsome bartender with red hair and blue eyes" in Vivienne's mouth. The tray containing the orange-red wine seemed to appear in front of the group of guests out of thin air. generally.

"The monitoring shows no trace of tampering, Boss." Ryan narrowed his eyes, "Are you really sure he is an ordinary human being?"

Nightingale looked at the surveillance screen without making a sound, only shaking his head wearily.

——She finally understood why she had tried all kinds of words to search for Alger's traces these years, but to no avail.

Shelley, who was originally noble and glamorous and squatted on the ground, and the surrounding cats, dogs, snakes, rats and rats dare not approach it for a moment, twisted the wolf's head, and let out a low "uh—" sound from his throat.

It has always been very sensitive to the mood of its owner. Recently, it has not seen Nightingale during the day for a week, which makes it a little anxious.

Shelley put her front paws on Nightingale's thighs, kicked her hind feet on the spot, threw herself into her arms neatly, and licked her neck and side face.

Such a large snow wolf, whose weight is close to that of a human adult male, is acting like a baby in the arms of a thin girl. The whole scene is simply out of harmony.

Nightingale reached out to stabilize the bar chair that almost fell to the ground because of it, and was amused by it: "When I grow up so big, I still think of myself as a cub..."

He said disgusting words, but his arms hugged it tighter, and both hands were sunk in the thick fur.

- Sucking wolves makes birds fall quickly.

Selena cast a jealous glance at the fat wolf who was hugged all over.

But she still has important things to do - the invisible spiritual thread around her body spread like a spider's thread, connecting animals one after another, except Shelley.

The puppets have successfully spread from the Upper West Side to the Upper East Side. The controlled crows, cats, and mice circled around the outer edge of MMP's underground base, and finally selected from among the many tightly packed people who could enter and exit. Small bosses inside.

--You are the one.

Selina manipulates the spiritual thread that guides the animals near the person.

- Anchors.

……

Hodge is a B-Class member of the Mutant Manufacturing Organization.

He's a tall, hairy, hot-tempered Spaniard, uneducated, and doesn't like to be restrained—so after all these years in the organization, he's still just a squad leader.

He stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks and nose, feeling like sneezing a little bit - a bird with short eyes flew too low outside just now, and hit his face with a "snap", fluttering wildly.

The goggles and protective clothing provided by the organization often made him feel uncomfortable to wear, and he was only forced to wear it all the time.

Thinking about it now, this equipment is still somewhat useful, at least it didn't let the stinky bird's claws catch his eyes-hmph, he ran quite fast, and he flew away before he could react.

And recently, there are too many messy "experiments" in the base. If any one suddenly goes berserk, no one will be able to eat good fruit...

Thinking of this, Hodge subconsciously reached out to help the goggles.

He came to the outer gate of the base and took out the magnetic card from his pocket with his hands in insulating gloves. After swiping it, he followed fingerprint, DNA, and iris verification in sequence.

What a hassle.

he thinks.

In the past, there were not so many things happening in Bludhaven. In recent years, there have been more and more superheroes from Schwartz.

What Nightwing Superman The Flash...

Even if they are forced to do things, their hands are tied.

I really miss the time when I wanted to sell whatever I wanted, when I wanted to destroy corpses and wipe out traces... ah...

After completing all the identity verifications, Hodge was about to go to the conference room when his mind suddenly went blank for a moment.

What am I going to do? ...oh I'm going to a meeting...but I'm going to take a look at the red-haired Alger...why am I looking at that red-haired madman? ...can't remember, never mind, but it looks like he's going to a meeting too...

In the monitoring of the base, the Spanish big man's footsteps only paused for a second, and there was nothing unusual, and he continued to walk towards the inner layer of the base.

He didn't know that a note that looked like a child's scribbles was stuffed in his coat pocket.

He doesn't know anything.

……

Nighting bar.

The same graffiti was painted on the projector body by Nightingale.

The girl took her pen and wrote a line of smooth cursive under the graffiti.

Line [-]: Doodle

The second line: [The person with this symbol on his body, what he sees is reflected by this machine]

Third line: [He wants to take a look at a red-haired male he knows named "Alger"]

The projector projected white snow spots on the white wall of the bar, and the pixels gradually increased. The moment the pen was written, it seemed that the scene seen by the naked eye was completely projected in front of the three of them:

The silver base, empty corridors, winding passages, many rooms with heavy metal doors.

Hodge, who was regarded as the "anchor point", walked on the road without any abnormalities, occasionally nodding his head when he saw his colleagues - through the protective clothing and goggles, it was difficult for everyone to recognize who was who, only by the style and color of the uniform Identify different identities.

On the way, he met a team leader of the same level as him. The two seemed to know each other, and they walked together along the way.

The captain of the other team is shorter and thinner: "I hope today's meeting can be finished quickly. There are too many things in these two days, and I'm sleepy to death."

Hodge said in a low voice, "I don't think it's possible. The inhibitors produced by the Avengers have turned off most of the experimental products. The mood above must be uncomfortable."

Another person: "However, why did they move so fast? We just distributed the potions. Could it be that the first batch of potions and the second batch of potions overlap?"

After thinking and thinking, he couldn't find the answer, so the team leader gave up thinking, turned his head and lowered his voice, and began to gossip.

"If we do this this time, [Source]'s awakening may be delayed again."

--【source】?Is this the ultimate purpose of this organization?Nightingale was thoughtful upon hearing this word.

Hodge: "We worry about having an egg for this kind of thing. I don't even know what [source] looks like, whether it's round or flat."

As soon as the words came out, the person next to him came over in a mysterious way: "Shhh—let me tell you quietly, I vaguely heard something, [source] doesn't seem to be something, [source], It's a person."

Huo Qi was startled, and his nose didn't itch anymore: "Male and female? What do you look like?"

Team leader: "...how do I know." The confidentiality level of both of them is B.

Huo Qi thought about it, but he didn't know why he asked again, "Did you say that red-haired guy saw [source]?"

The team leader thought for a while: "Probably not? Although that one is high-level, you know, he joined halfway, and the higher-ups may not really trust him."

The two got off another elevator, and after exiting the elevator door, they were very close to the conference room, so the conversation stopped there.

The projector in the bar is like playing a long shot that is gradually zooming in, revealing the corners of the conference room, the inner hall, and the personnel bit by bit...

Nightingale's gaze was fixed on a tall silhouette.

Flame-like red hair grew messily like stubble, and the profile profile was as deep and sharp as a blade, full of aggressiveness.

The childish freckles on Alger's cheeks when he was young have all faded away, and his dark wheat-colored skin makes him look a little more wild like a wolf.

Especially when he heard footsteps and turned his head to look over.

In those blue eyes that were just like those of the past, there was no trace of the irascibility and youthful spirit of that year.

Only the forest that is full of predators is left.

"On you..."

Alger squinted his eyes and stared at Hodge, who had been subconsciously looking at him because of psychological hints.

"It has a smell that I don't really like."

He looked straight through the projection, as if he was really eye-to-eye with the three people watching the projection.

Before the red-haired man came over and grabbed Hodge by the collar, Nightingale wrote down calmly.

Fourth line: [The note with this symbol dissolves into air]

"Di-"

The projector suddenly went black.

In the base, the red-haired man with a fierce face suddenly stopped in his tracks, and stood back on his spot expressionlessly.

Only Hodge, who was almost scared to piss by him, collapsed and looked confused.

——What is this madman going crazy about? !

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Thanks to the little angel who voted [Mine]: 1 meow no meow

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：1894196220瓶、纯属路过10瓶、2105237410瓶、Miss.S3瓶、自私又自我的苏2瓶、Ai2瓶、294089981瓶、黑街的尼克1瓶、叶幽兰1瓶、稚席1瓶、修月寒1瓶

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^